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Making Choices: Election Day
I did not vote for fascism just when my country plunged deeply into a vile dictatorship. Last month I wrote about Labor Day. Today I'm writing about elections and Choice. The big election for the president of the country is ahead of us. The candidate of your choice is...
Labor Stories
It is 2020 now as I look back some seventy odd years later, stunned at a time so changed. “Will you vote Labour this time, Eric?” No, he would not. He had always voted Tory. Attlee had taken Labour into the war in 1940. The Tories had saved Britain. This conversation...
Personal and Political: Me Too
In middle school, the boys played a game when they passed me in the hallway. They tried to undo my bra strap. I used to wear a ribbed top in seventh grade that had a zipper that the boys would pull down. In school. During the day. My guidance counselor called my mom...
Garden of Hope
The things that make us smile, or feel joy are not moments we pass over anymore. We absorb them into our bones and try to hold on to the light. This year we did not plant vegetables or add new plants to the garden. Instead, I spread seed in the garden beds and now...
Time Alone
Alone, I discovered me. I learned to treasure solitude. I've never understood others who do not. My husband flew to California in July to see his Dad and sister. I had intended to go with him, but I changed my mind. A few days before he was to leave, I decided to stay...
Cooking. For Me
I've discovered that cooking is good self-care. It doesn't have to be about others, or the way into a man's heart or a chore. I have never enjoyed cooking. I've never been the chick who gets all excited when asked to bring something to the potluck. Instead I try to...
I’ve Lost Myself
The old and shrunk woman ahead of me is no one with whom I am familiar. I find her depressing. She does not look up at me nor smile in recognition. I look around, wondering what has happened to me, the person I have known for almost a hundred years. She was someone...
Life Behind A Face Mask
The expressions we share with one another are a delicate human dance, a form of communication that is essential for social interaction. I hate wearing a face mask, and I try to avoid places where one is required. There is no doubt in my mind that wearing a face mask...
